Another short one :) I don't own four brothers.
It's been years since we were last together like this, all of us, but it dosen't matter. As soon as we meet it's like no time has passed and we all fall into place like the missing pieces of a puzzle. Like no time has passed, like we never left. We tease and argue, compete and raise hell – just like old times. And I love it.
I've never felt so much at home like I do here. In this town where the worst things in my life happened, the best did too. The people I hate and the people I love, it all happened in the same town. And as much as I longed to escape, to find a new life, I can't deny that this is where I belong. This is where I grew up, really grew up, and I can't escape that. I don't even wish to any longer.
It's strange without her, it hurts, burns in my heart, and maybe one day I'll write a song about her, about the angel that saved us. One day, when it dosen't hurt as much. I have to believe that it won't always feel like this. Bobby says we're always gonna miss her, but that it gets easier, and that we have each other. I bet Ma loved hearing that up there. She never did like it when we were apart. And now we never will be. Because as much as losing her is killing me, I know that loosing one of my brothers will finish me off.
So here we are, in the house where we grew up. The house in which we fought, watched movies, baked cookies and endured withdrawal, so many memories that we now live in once again. Bobby's arm around my shoulders tears my mind away and I find comfort in the safety he provides so easily. Just like coming home.
Feeling a bit angsty tonight, hope you like!